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Your friendly mod is finally now back from vacation. I'm sorry if I am sick, but this time we'll cover Jed due to popular demand! Don't worry too much about Saunders, we'll cover his story as soon as Jed's is finished.
Jed here is a man who has it all: money, fancy cars, women, and song, 'cause his mother's got a lot of money in her pockets. How do you think Jed will fare? Let's see!
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Jed Harringdale was the only son of a widow. If she had been a poor widow he would have been very different—and perhaps a finer character—for he would have been expected to assume responsibility early, but she was so very rich that she took care of him too much and too long for his best good.
Jed was fundamentally fine, but he did not have drilled into him in early youth the tiresome habits of getting to his appointments on time, knowing how much money he spent, doing things he didn't want to do because somebody else thought he ought to do them, eating what was good for him and not drinking what wasn't. In brief, he was not healthy nor wise, but he was wealthy—and a darling. To know him was to love him, and also to nag at him.
Jed grew up in Franklin, a small New England town. He went to the high school, because it was the best school there, but took his senior year in prep school. From prep school he went to Harvard, where he had a wonderful time and got through his Freshman year by the skin of his teeth. He came back to the old home town for his summer vacation ​in the swaggerest clothes ever seen there and driving a racing-car which he called the Scarlet Siren. The first Sunday after his return his mother took him to church to show him off, and in the afternoon, in the consciousness of duty well done, he picked up the first acquaintance whom he met, square-shouldered Saunders Mead, a clerk in the local emporium, and the two lads started off in the Scarlet Siren in search of golden adventure.
The car took them to Whoopee-Land, where they were just in time to pay the entrance fees for two damsels, one fair as noonday and the other black-eyed, like the dark lady of Shakspere's sonnets. (Jed had had Freshman English.) They exchanged names as they went round and round in the Ferris Wheel, they clung to each other duly in chuting the chutes, they kissed each other conventionally in the dark mill, and by that time they were well enough acquainted for the Scarlet Siren to hurry them to a road-house for food and possibly something to drink.
Jed was a fairy prince to Gwen Murphy and she was Brunhilde to him. The strength and sureness of this uneducated young woman were restful to Jed, who was too sensitive and nervous to be husky. Jed's sophistication and slim grace were to Gwen a glimpse into another world, which she had always longed to enter. Love at first sight had come to both, and though Saunders sensibly dropped his lady ​love on her door-step at an early hour and prudently rang the bell before he gave her a passionate goodnight kiss, Jed drove through Arcady with Gwen all night, speeding home in a panic in order that she might get herself safely tucked into bed before her stern father got up. This was the prelude to the most wonderful summer that either of them had ever known; Jed drifted into passionate love, evading disquieting thought; Gwen, deliberately facing the facts, was willing to brave scandal and the gossip which was already arising, in order to have her love.
Before college opened in the fall Jed had to face the first big decision of his life. Gwen told Jed that they must marry at once because she was going to have a child. Jed found that the matter did not involve simply himself and Gwen, it involved also his mother.
Mrs. Harringdale was broken-hearted at the news. No girl in the world was good enough for Jed, and instead of the best he had, from her viewpoint, chosen the worst. She made a generous offer of money to Gwen on condition that she release Jed. She felt that Jed had been trapped by an unscrupulous woman, and at a memorable interview with the girl, during which Jed was miserable with late repentance, she accused Gwen of having deliberately schemed to get a rich husband. To which Gwen replied indignantly:
​"I certainly would never have had a love-affair with a man who couldn't marry me. What sort of a girl do you think I am?"
Mrs. Harringdale told her, and the conversation that followed will not bear repeating.
Jed was now faced with the choice between mother and sweetheart. When Gwen asked in astonishment, "Don't you love me any more?" he was equally astonished to find that he was unable to answer that question clearly even to himself. Up against a trouble like this, he had no time to consider whether or not he was still in love with Gwen. One cannot ask a man trapped in a burning building whether or not he loves his wife.
It was a terrible punishment, for an hour of dalliance, to ruin his career and hurt his mother so cruelly. Yet the child was his as much as Gwen's.
What should Jed do with Gwen?
Marry Gwen
Not to marry Gwen
Voting ended onJun 2
Hoo boy, more of the same old shortened polls. This is because of time zone changes.
We'll announce the results in just a few days' time.